Chapter 957 – Respect for Life

　　The Corpse God’s blood volume was fully about eight times that of the Thunder Beast at that time.

　　After all, the Thunder Beast was only the artifact spirit of the Eight Length Mirror, subordinate to the Divine Beasts, not a god in the true sense of the word, and most of the divine power it possessed itself was also dependent on the Eight Length Mirror itself, so even though it was at the god level, there was still a huge gap compared to the real Tianjin God.

　　The Corpse God, on the other hand, is an evil god that was born out of the Tianjin God, in addition to not having the power of law, the rest of the aspects of the mountain god Oyama Tsugumi’s power is almost completely inherited, just from the blood volume, you know that it is not at all the same level with the Thunder Beast’s combat power.

　　Yuzuri Takubai dispersed the lance in his hand with one hand, and slid one hand in the void, the illusory props panel crossed in front of his eyes, finally locking onto a blood-colored scythe.

　　”Prop selection ……ss grade ancient martial arts prop, [Bloodstripe Reaper].”

　　”Ss grade prop: [Bloodstripe Reaper], each damage inflicts 1% real damage of the target’s blood limit, ignores level, ignores magic immunity, ignores hegemony.”

　　A line of small letters floated past in front of Yuzuru Takeru Shirou’s eyes, he reached out in the panel, and the hideous blood-colored giant scythe was grasped in his hand, with thick broken locks wrapped around the end, and the surface of the scythe was littered with dark red traces of blood, from wherever it was chopped off.

　　This ss level props, is yuzuru pear takibai these months since the biggest harvest, in order to this legendary props, he did not know how many all-nighters to play copies, and ultimately it will be included in his props backpack.

　　All of this was so that one day when he faced a God Realm opponent again, he would have the possibility of victory.

　　Although the attributes of this scythe were still far worse than the ss-grade wooden chopsticks that Lin Qiye had pulled out earlier, that wooden chopsticks was after all only a disposable prop, whereas this scythe could be used indefinitely.

　　The Corpse God standing at the top of the shattered mountain seemed to have sensed Yuzuru Takeru White’s threat, and moved his attention away from the mole at the foot of the mountain, and the face with no five senses lifted up, wordlessly looking up at the red-clothed figure standing high in the sky.

　　”Scene: [Yama Hell] Loading completed ……”

　　As Yuzuri Takeru’s intention rose, a line of small letters appeared in mid-air.

　　Dang-!

　　Yuzuri Takubai held a blood-colored scythe in his hand, and a field opened up rapidly under his feet, and the surroundings changed instantly, from the rising broken mountain to a scorched black earth filled with hellish flames.

　　Since the Corpse God had inherited the power of the Mountain God, then by creating a battle scene without the existence of mountains, he would be able to drastically weaken his opponent’s combat power!

　　Yuzuri Takeru stomped his feet on the scorched black earth of boiling lava, and his figure transformed into a bolt of lightning, instantly arriving at the Corpse God’s flank.

　　He grabbed the broken lock at the end of the blood-colored scythe and threw it out with great force, the broken lock extended at an astonishing speed, and the giant two-meter long scythe instantly flew out to a distance of more than a hundred meters, and the blade chopped through several pieces of mountain debris suspended around the Corpse God one after the other, and slashed at its chest.

　　Blood -2482393!

　　With this single slash, it decimated 1% of the Corpse God’s blood.

　　Although it didn’t seem like too much percentage-wise, if it was chopped a hundred times in a row, even a true god could only be hardened by Yuzuru Takeru White until it was critically injured and on the verge of death.

　　The Corpse God was wounded by this slash, and the gaping hole in his pitch-black face opened and closed violently, seemingly roaring, and a tidal wave of terrifying divine power swept through with it at its center, a terrifyingly terrifying Mountain God’s Wrath, was brewing.

　　Above the scorched black earth, a red dress holding a blood sickle in its hand, like a god of death clutching its fate, was frantically harvesting the Corpse God’s blood.

　　Human Circle.

　　The sea area.

　　The rushing sea was gradually tinted with a faint color of blood, and the corpses of a marine creature floated to the surface of the sea, the limbs and blood haloed out, and the sea breeze took on a rich bloody scent.

　　A huge pixelated cruise ship, like a mountain resting somewhere on the surface of the sea, letting the seawater beat, towering and immovable.

　　Right in front of the cruise ship, a pixel platform with a side length of several hundred meters had already been built, and in the center of the platform, there was a small circular cavity, and several members of the Upper Evil Society were standing near the platform against the waves, seemingly calculating something.

　　If one moved their sight below the surface of the sea, they would realize that there were more than two hundred other pixel platforms like this in the deep sea.

　　The distribution of these pixel platforms was completely vertical, with the circular hollow in the center precisely fitting into an extra-long acceleration track, and above the first pixel platform on the surface of the sea, a silver longsword hung, its blade pointing straight into the depths of the earth’s core, emanating a cold aura of moroseness.

　　At the very front of the cruise ship, a young girl, draped in a ragged cloak, was quietly gazing in the direction of Japan, and the sky in the distance had already flushed with a hint of red, her brow slightly furrowed.

　　”Chairman, the [Sword of Extreme Evil] has been prepared and is ready to be activated.” The knight walked to her side against the sea breeze and spoke solemnly, “As long as you give the order, the Sword of the Heavenly Clouds will pierce through the mirror of the Eight Length Mirror in forty-two seconds, and this ‘Circle of Man’ will also be completely destroyed.”

　　”Hm, I know.”

　　Remembrance nodded slightly, gazing into the distance without saying any more.

　　”There is one more thing.” As if the knight had thought of something.

　　”Since half an hour ago, some members have been experiencing symptoms of red-eyed mania, it should be related to that weird contamination, although I have already closed and quarantined them at the first time, the number of people is still increasing by leaps and bounds……. So far, seventy-two people have been quarantined. ”

　　”How many people do we have left?”

　　”Less than forty.”

　　”Is it enough to activate the [Sword of Extreme Evil]?”

　　”If the target is only activating the [Sword of Extreme Evil], one person is enough.”

　　”…… I see, then wait a little longer.”

　　The knight hesitated for a moment, but still asked, “Chairman, what are you waiting for? This ‘Circle of Man’ can’t last much longer, at most another ten minutes or so, the pollution will completely corrode this piece of Eightfold Mirror, and all those people living here will not be able to survive.

　　If it drags on any longer, I’m afraid that those dead souls will also be contaminated and evolve into corpse beasts.”

　　”Isn’t that still more than ten minutes away?” Remembrance stuck his hands in his pockets and spoke calmly, “If we want to destroy the ‘circle of people’ and liberate the departed souls, we just need to do it before the Eight Length Mirror is completely contaminated.

　　We save the departed, but the same …… also has to give the people living in this ‘human circle’, a chance to live.

　　After all, there are still people working to save this country, these tens of millions of people, there is also still the possibility of living …… until the last moment, we can not destroy their hope.

　　This is for life, the most basic respect.”